Texty: Current 93. The Nylon Lion Attacks As Kingdom.

I am leaving when the leaves fall
I am returning when the eyes open
I am hidden when the eyes close
I am between lips and lids
My murder shuts quiet
His sheets are shadows in the water
And the histories are full of blinking
And blurs
I am hidden when the inken bird covers
My youth and my back
I was not there for you in the panic
I was not there as the kitten died
And I take this home with me
I swallow your pain and stick blood into me
Suck moss and needles, the faces of burrs
The methodical false twilight
And the gossip poured love like greedy beads
Like mirrors I am your face
In the toilet in the kittenchen
On the glassblue sea the birds see
I am your mirror
Your echo is me
In bells and birds that beauty I saw
Etched in clouds trailing
Making curtains of waves

The broken face peeps
He echoes "I am echo"
I see you monster
I see you monster
My back and jaw hunch and feel
You there
You are the cuckoo, the train, the muffled drum
You say, "I am echo
I am cleaner of floors
Sower of sores"
And policeman in brambles and bubbles
Call the beauty to rest
Say, "I am echo"
And rise with peacocks
Feral and horizon
The beauty moved over me
And the beauty crashed down over my body
With wine and dreams creeping down from the bookcases
And saying "I am echo; I am you; speak me; release me;
Kill me and leave the cat to G+D and rain and pussy willows"
Falling like paws and snowing tears and the voice Shuts silent liar